For Christmas in my stocking from my brother, I received a head massager. The last place I remember seeing one is in Miss Congeniality 2 (which is a terrible movie. Why? because Benjamin Bratt wasn’t in it. What was Julia Roberts thinking when she threw him over to marry some whatever movie director).
I had never tried one, though I admit feeling a vague feeling of curiously, but not enough to pursue it. And really, it’s probably one of those gimmicks.
So when I got it in my stocking, I wasn’t really thrilled until I pulled it out of the box and tried it.
It’s like being able to tickle yourself or massage yourself.
My husband comes up behind me and surprises me and I find myself tense like a fainting goat – not wanting to make false move lest he stops.
January 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Get yourself a head massager. So good.
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